moving time; time to move; yanks on the move

  for once, i am at a loss for words and topics.  i am physically drained from all the moving i've done this past week.  boxing up stuff, boxing up more stuff, and carrying some stuff to the garbage.  it seemed to never end, and then today, when it was supposed to pour all day, it didn't really rain so i finished the move relatively easy - with the help of rene ruiz - my trusty assistant.

  now all that's left to do is unpack everything.  and believe me, i plan on getting rid of a fair amount of stuff.  it's a mess in there right now and poor nathan probably feels like he's trapped in a cave, but soon enough it'll start to look like something.

  bob's discount furniture screwed us.  they were supposed to send a certificate of insurance to the new building and never did.  yada yada yada.  i called, complained (to put it lightly) and they give me $75 store credit.  i wanted nothing to do with a store credit, so i had them take the money off my order.  jackasses.

  time for bullpen city.  game this saturday at njit.  let's see how this one goes.  last weekend wasn't all rainbows and lollipops.  we beat pace 8-7 in 17 innings thanks to a 5 run burst in the 17th when we put the starters back in.  time for some of these newcomers to make a move and step up.  some hustle in practice often leads to hustle in games.  that's the sad part, a lot of these guys don't hustle.  it's the easiest thing to do.  drives me nuts.

  yankees clinched a postseason birth for i think the 15th time in 16 years.  they still trail the rays by half a game in the east so hopefully they can finish off the job and take home another pennant.  the rays finish with two games at the lowly royals while the yankees take the trip up the mass pike for a showdown with the hated red sox.  c.c. isn't scheduled to pitch so hopefully the offense (if they all aren't resting) can make up for what they lack on the mound.  it's sad to see how bad the starting pitching drops off after c.c.

  anyway, one-way ticket to bullpen city.

New Stain; Lotta Rain

  In accordance with my father's birthday gift - a family crest tattoo - I added to my stains as well.  His appointment was at 6 down at Lone Wolf in Bellmore.  Jelena did the work on my father while Ron (the owner) took me in as a walk-in at 8.  He was nice enough to stay open a little after closing to finish me up, and the work was sick.  I will post a picture when it's good and healed up, but shit man, the thing looks awesome.

  Chances are, it's not going to be my last visit to Lone Wolf.  The shop was pretty cozy, but everyone in there was a good shit.  There wasn't any douche bag, I'm-better-than-you people around.  There was a guy from Noway, who lives and works out in California visiting.

  Rainy here in the Bronx.  Shitty.

Lights Out in Draddy-land!!!

  During the third set of last nights volleyball match with Lafayette, there was a sudden black out in the Draddy.  The Jaspers led 17-13 and were already up two sets to none and it was looking like a straight set victory - a real treat when you're in the gym for 14 hours a day like I am.

  After the 30th point of the third set, and after a giant unforeseen storm blew in to the Riverdale section, it sounded as if the roof would finally blow off the Draddy.  Lights went out in a flash.  Fans screamed.  Then it sounded as if a 500 lb. lead ball was dropped on top of the building.  My guess is lightning, but I was stuck inside so it'll be a mystery.

  After around 20 minutes or so, the lights started flicking back on and soon enough the third set resumed.  Lafayette went on a run and tied it up.  Immediately after they tied it, I thought I was in for a classic 5-set match, a real marathon.

  The Lady J's relieved my building stress and held on for their 6th W in a row.  That has to be as long a winning streak as they've had in the past 5 years. 

  Joe Clifford was pumped up for the game as well, and was very helpful when the lights went out, informing spectators to "remain calm, the lights will be back on shortly" even though he had no idea when and if the lights were coming back on.  Order was restored in the Draddy and after the breakdown of the game, I got the hell out of there before something else went wrong.

  This morning, everything looked good in the gym, the electrician is here trying to figure out why some lights are still out.

  Time to get a drink

T & Th Workouts

  In order for me to get my point across about working hard, it's now required that I partake in the Tuesday and Thursday morning workouts with the pitching staff.  A little pride goes a long way, and it seems as if I have to hold their hands along the pride-building trail.

  Anyway, it's a good excuse for me to get my ass in shape as well.  Today was a lower body day, but I mixed it up a bit.  It feels good to get out of bed and get your blood flowing a little bit. 

  I mean shit, if I can do it, there's really no reason a group of 18-21 year-old pitchers can't.  I never once bitched about lifting or trying to get myself better.

  Back to the house to get some breakfast and get ready for the day.  Not sure if there's anything to eat in the apartment, but I'll scavenge. 

  Make it a good day.

Every Time I Die - "Kill the Music"

Just the video/song that typifies my day so far. Not because of the title or lyrics, but because they are playing Webster Hall November 3rd here in NYC and depending on my mood, I may partake in some screaming.